Luyện nghe bài hát Deep in the Jungle

(Gift of Gab)
And I like this

(scratched)
I've got a few I wanna say

(Gift of Gab)
I'm gunnin', ya away, do not stay
'cause the wrath of the gift will be hittin' ya
And a lot of the got sprayed and yelled RAID
Like a of roaches, as struggle approaches,
a blow this
Another jam, I smother the ?grossagran?
I hover above the land of lame emcees that blow
I'm the clip and then bo bo with the gun
And a once in a chest, rest in peace
And I ?bellow you to beast? I abolish with sounds like these
Run over and I rest in the west
Dark hemisphere, wit a fear is nothin but a mere setback
Hear I'm here,
earn wit a clear in the middle of the jet black
I'm a dog, running the jungle
wit a and black hat choppin down ?noonsies?
Not a frog, yet I'm humble
gotta do the jewels tack wack clowns
Tip me, I'ma 'em all around, bust a front
a fat blunt swinging on a vine in the homeland
I'ma tack 'em in the sound little punks when the rap
on the rhyme I bowl man
Gifted when I'm off a spliff hit,
reminisce shit, with dipshits
shit is the mischievous style of the gifted,
I'm a kid, get a whiff kid
down low, breakin' down flows
with a new flow outgrow when you step back
To the with a fat rap with a fat sack
a little bit a funk in my napsack
Take it to the brother land
and I was stupid idiots like Tarzan
back to the brother man and get another land,
man gimme it, its
How easy and tight wishin' into the
up in the in the heart of the jungle
Gettin' wild the art of the rumble,
never amount to be than Dumbo
Make 'em mumble, 'em humble,
Get me round the start, you will crumble,
and you tumble, and you
And I do it that
From the end to the end never gonna end,
set a trend with the maniac mic
Hey ?bob by the ba?, you keep your day job
my competitors know the right touch
Have to bail through the backstreets, hell to a black beat
Rappers to attack me, like a sail with the slack g
I 'em like acne, exactly UGH

(spoken)
cretins grow through idiosynchrosy
Peels up, up, down

(Lateef)
Steppin' up the deep, dank murkiness
No telling is lurking
I hero it, but I sense a jerkin
I proceed to a buster
'cause I trust the finer design in the of the rhyme
Just about impossible to
What a disgrace to the race of mc's
I am I choose to stand my ground
FIRM and the rhythm the vermin and learnin'
All I know is we've earned every entry
And the game, and what I'm tryin' to explain is that
The deeper we're creepin' the we find sleepin'
And just shootin' dead lips on a mission
Its the reason the gift we've been given the rhythm
'cause that just the way we've been
And thrive in the essence, and its easy
To recognize analyzing ?the bo?
Surprises the in this line and tryin'
To get you to buy into their fantasy
Can it be the ?emina? bones
of the and men thats exploting my culture
Can't every breast that you touch
was as up ?paper be one hung motherfucker
Such as nowadays, its fallin' and splinterin', timber, instead of
out of my way, and what I'm -- meaning to say is that
The canopy that covers me now is the blackest, attack
I we already established the wackness
Presented in the cemented
by the bumblin' brothers tumblin' down
Surround me in a cannibalistic style, but I just and
Silence 'em the lambs, they all the whole flock
We just one magic stock
I'm gettin' 'em off crack viles, and wicked the whole fuckin while
Not trippin over no vines, or over no swine, or no mines
Or no line at the plot
Thinkin' of 'em like a glock in the jungle

(spoken)
Now in the of the journey
Not in time, but in the
Imagine the camels loaded up
The men, loading up
It's a journey -- the oasis is all in the clamor
As we start from the top we go to the very
Of a place -- a very mysterious place
that I see? Ahhhh

(Lyrics Born)
I can't even describe you, so I ain't even try...hmmmm
Making hell of mc Asia is now this I dont but you knew
You knew Lyrics was a ripped off note sheet of a hundred
And you scrape the paint off your bumpers making sure you beat the
Making sure Lyrics Born came out his mother's
covered with the that kill
No bumper, right? mo'fucka
I know you can colors rhyme
And have the whole planet yellin uncle at you and even
Still the time big up little ?egg?, can you imagine?
Big up Asia Born, this bottle
Or that you would even be lightly concerned with little, words
you would tug at the line, pullin' the kind
Of lyrics out my mouth that me big bad don, takin' kids' legs home
You even back a sliver roach, you know
That type shit, and then watch me wreck stage
Boy like I got your daddy's hangin' around my waist
And then watch me -- the way
Good lyrics taste, thinkin' I just ain't rabbit eyes in your heart
Man, 'cause if I thought it was
Lyrics Born that made lyrics born, lyrics
And suddenly I can't do no more, I'd be like
"Do you remember me?" No,
And you used to play my record on the way to the